Page 50 of Scary In Love
“You okay?”
“Please, more,” she begs. “Use me.”
I stuff the head into her cheek and rub it through the other side, wondering how I got so fucking lucky. She works her way down my length with an appetite I can’t deny. I go faster this time, pushing in deep, watching my dick get wetter with every thrust.
Her hands come up to grip the back of my thighs, pulling me into her as she takes me all the way. She gags around it, and I let go of her head, but she stays down for as long as she can before releasing me with a wet pop.
“Harder.”
I grip the sides of her head and hold her still, my hips pumping in and out as she kneels there and lets me fuck her face.
I’m about to come just from the obscene noises her throat makes while she chokes on me. The mess she makes is even filthier, spitrunning down her chin and dripping onto her heaving tits. She pinches her nipples through the wet material, tugging on her barbells. I love that she’s as into this as I am, and I get lost in watching her touch herself.
“Again,” she gargles, wrapping one hand around my shaft and guiding it back in.
Her other hand cups my balls, rolling them in her palm and tugging just enough to remind me that even though I’m the one towering over her, she’s in charge here.
She’s the one who owns my cock, and possibly my fucking soul.
Her knees spread wider, her hips grinding against nothing. I wish I could go back in time and bring a toy for her to sit down on while she sucks me off. If she thinks our time in the basement was overstimulating, wait until we work up to filling all her holes at once. So many plans. I knew one night would never satisfy all of my cravings.
She strokes harder, her mouth open and greedy. “Mason, please. I want your come all over me.”
I want that too, but not yet.
“Not until I feel you come with me buried inside you. Get up.”
She scrambles to her feet and I guide her to the altar, bend her over it, and kick her legs wide.
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Jenna
Ihurrytogatherthe skirts of my wedding dress, lifting them up over my hips and holding myself open for Mason.
Behind me, he rolls on a condom, and takes great delight in teasing me with the tip. It’s not enough, I’m dying to feel him. I try to wiggle back onto it, but his hand splays across my lower spine, keeping me pinned.
“Please?” I whine. It’s embarrassing how much I need this. “I’ve been so good.”
“Yes, you have, sweet girl. So good. You deserve this, don’t you?”
His softer tone is almost hypnotic. I nod and lay my palms flat, rest my cheek on them, and wait.
Mason strokes the bare patches of skin my torn tights have exposed with a mix of feather-light touches and deep scratches. He drums his fingers between the apex of my thighs, a little tickle of my clit, a chunk of my ass between his teeth.
My need has me on the verge of tears, but then I feel him,allof him. Deep and warm and altering my brain chemistry.
He holds me still with his big hands, and if I died right now, I’d die so fucking happy. Bent over an altar and full of cock.
Asifhe owns a church. I’m truly living my best creepy weirdo life.
Mason fucks me slowly at first, and I let myself melt beneath him, slipping into that submissive headspace where I only exist for him.
His fingertips dig into my ass cheeks, squeezing hard and spreading me open. I hear him spit, then feel it, hot and slippery on my tight hole. He smears it around with the pad of his thumb.
“One day this will be mine too.”
“All yours,” I cry out. “I need it.”
